follo had a problem when it came to daydreaming about you.
it wasn’t an issue in itself, the scenarios in his head have given him moments of peace when he needed them most. and the butterflies that bloomed in his stomach weren’t enough to cause actual discomfort.
but as much as he loved his thoughts and scenarios of you, it was reaching the point where it was difficult to catch himself.
and worst of it all? sometimes he wont catch himself when a smile slips. he wont even feel his cheeks rise against the hand he’s leaning on, his wide, goofy grin on full display to everybody but him.
so of course when you finally catch him right in the middle of it, he freezes.
"follo?" you tapped his shoulder, jolting him into the present, "are you listening?"
"uh…huh?"
how shameful! right in the middle of conversation with you, he drifted back to that space in his head, fantasizing about his hand in yours. enveloping and brushing your knuckles in the backseat of the jeep, being able to fully feel your warmth even through his gloves.
it was simple in concept, but when he actually sat with that thought…
it caused a visible reaction.
"i haven’t really said anything that funny” you hinted to his now shrinking smile.
he could already tell how red his face was, and with the way he was frozen in place he’s sure his reaction only made things worse.
“uhm…”
totally worse.
you can't read his thoughts—it's impossible! but something about your expression made him think you had an ounce of an idea for why he zoned out.
after a few more moments, he regained his footing, laughing the situation off.
"y-yeah, sorry!” he rubbed the back of his neck, at last relaxing, “what where you saying?"
instead he just holds on to your voice as you talk, the same one he replays in his head at a constant, in hopes that he’ll have more than that one day.
gris knows when he’s near his limits. with his back hunched over and feet dragging, he feels the exhaustion from his mission pulling the life out of him.
he’s certain he’ll surrender to sleep before he makes it to the shower, but that was before he officially stepped inside his room.
as soon as he opened his door, he was met with a barrage of kisses from none other than you, his hands searching your shoulders as soon as he could process it.
“woah—!” he yelped, embarrassingly loud before he quieted down into a softer, “hey.”
your kisses replaced your own spoken “hello” back, until you settled down and the words you’d been waiting to speak all day came out.
“i missed you so much!” your hands found his waist in a hug, his own body fully relaxing under your touch.
he at last shut the door, hugging you back as he fully stepped in, taking in your warmth and familiar scent that acted as a remedy to his exhaustion. when he let his head drop to yours, a sigh bigger than expected escaped him, followed by a small smile.
oh, he needed this.
“i missed you too.”
and much, much more than you probably thought.
he could fall asleep just like that if he wanted, but he figured his weight on yours wouldn’t prove comfortable on your end. so instead he returned the favor by planting two or three kisses on your lips, albeit lazily, still full of love. you on the other hand resisted the urge to tackle him again, trying not to wear him out more than he already was.
when you went to take off his hat and untie his boots, easing his load, he realized the sudden surge of life that came back into his veins. coming full circle back to the face he was met with every morning was a kind of satisfaction gris never knew of.
until you, of course.
such a lucky man he was.
♡ crushing!august who can skip a whole mile from the energy boost he gets when you compliment his work. your words hold special meaning, and hearing his hard work go noticed by you only motivates him more!
♡ crushing!august who uses random excuses to spend time with you. asking you to tag along when he takes something to eishia, suddenly craving something at that new restaurant he saw, or offering to give you a free joyride on his motorcycle.
♡ crushing!august is downright horrible at hiding his obsession with you, though it’s not like he makes any effort to hide it. he’s even outright said it a few times without acknowledgment afterwards, much to your confusion.
♡ crushing!august who can turn just about any opportunity into a pick up line. some are extremely effective, while others tend to land not as hard.
”you know, this looks really good on you. but i bet ya would look even better in my arms!”
“huh?”
♡ crushing!august will always beeline to your bedside after you get injured on missions. he seldom brings any negative energy, instead using the moment to help take your mind off any pain and disappointment. any internal worry he has about you is instantly subsided when you manage to smile at his words.
♡ crushing!august who is personally offended when you insult yourself. joking is one thing, but seeing you genuinely talk down on yourself is an automatic ticket to hearing him ramble otherwise. your practically perfect in his eyes after all!
♡ crushing!august will probably officially ask you out one day, but he’s very much happy with the state you two are at now.
arkha corvus wasn’t sneaky.
well, he probably was in most areas, the guy was a borderline stranger in the gist of things, but in this regard—
he couldn’t keep himself from glancing at your lips.
how enjoyably unprofessional it was to come into his office with half of your intent being to help, whether it’s assistance with paperwork or a cup of coffee. the other half simply indulging in your own personal reasons.
what better way to spend your afternoon than in the eyes of your handsome boss?
especially with that little habit of his, that was getting more and more prominent by the day. in the middle of conversation he’d maintain eye contact, until that brief moment comes when he glances down—just a simple second.
yet just enough to make you giddy, and chase that lovely feeling by purposefully stopping by when you happened to be dressed nicer than usual.
it worked like a charm. he’d compliment you ever so politely, keeping his stolen glances to himself as best as he could.
you can’t help but call attention to it, so you interrupt yourself while talking.
“are you, uh,” you gesture, enough for him to get the hint, “listening?”
he realizes instantly, eyes widening a little before clearing his throat.
“…yes, of course” he composes himself, “my apologies.”
when his usual smile returns you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed or finds this all amusing as well.
he’s strange in his own mysterious way, which only makes him perfect—at least through your eyes.
“stop that.”
zanka was used to you coming to spend time with him in your downtime, your presence fitting perfectly in his room. the scene of you sprawled across whichever furniture you picked and talking to him about whatever was one etched in his mind.
but this was different. you’ve been very obviously staring at his face for quite some time now—head perched on your hands and smiling like he was the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed.
which was false. he was not cute.
especially not when he was trying his best to keep himself composed under your gaze, rather than stumbling over himself while flustered.
“stop what?” you asked, but he was sure you knew damn well what you were doing.
“lookin’ at me like that. it’s distracting.”
“i can’t help it! you’ve got such pretty eyes.”
that did it.
“..pretty?”
“they’re so big and cute—“
you stopped mid sentence when you took notice to his tinted cheeks and—even better—the small smile sitting on his lips.
yeah, zanka couldn’t help the rush of joy he received from your compliments and affection. you picked parts of him he’s never noticed or liked, lifted them up and showered them with glory.
the part he could do without was the teasing, especially the drawn out “awwww” you let out at his bashful state.
he awkwardly angled his head away, shooing off your squeezes of his face and attempts to get him to look back at you.
he couldn’t handle all the affection in the moment, but your praises about his smile would be unable to leave his head for a long time.
damn you and your unexpected ways of getting to him!
jabber’s found his home in your lap.
specifically, planted right in the middle, nose brushing against the fabric of your pants and adjusting to every little movement you make. all the while shaking his head at your protests for him to quit squirming.
in any moment he finds you sitting down, he crawls over to you already grinning with anticipation. sometimes you smile back, sometimes you roll your eyes, but always you welcome him in.
and it’s perfect that way! hearing you breathe out a “not again” when he’s coming your way makes it a hundred times better when his head ends up in your lap anyways. your space was his to share, as vice versa.
after a while he’ll turn and look up at you, admiring his view even as you reach down to cup his own face, fingers either circling his jaw or flicking at his features.
the look he gives you when you peer down is enough to make your heart flip. he’s so lost in the moment that his eyes express all types of devotion for you.
and if you have to go to the bathroom? he keeps you down as long as he can with his weight, giggling until you shove him off.
you believe clingy is an understatement.
you’re obsessed with gris’ arms—blatantly so.
it was no secret he’s an absolute wall of a man, any part of him being able to envelop you with ease. but your eyes always drifts down towards the impossible to ignore sight of his arms, so strong and so built.
even when he pulls you into a hug your mind can only focus on how sturdy and warm they are, the urge to ask him to hug you tighter almost always slipping out your mouth.
but they’re hardest to ignore when he’s driving, forearm even more distracting as he’s gripping the steering wheel, focused on the road—yet not too focused to disregard your obvious ogling.
that’s one of the best parts about it all! his reactions to your affection.
when you compliment him he bashfully grins, unsure at first how to respond until he returns the favor with a praise about you.
when you nuzzle into his bicep in public, he’s embarrassed, a tint slightly forming on his face as he reminds you others are around.
though he would never push you off, even in all your…expressive ways of showing appreciation to his physique.
one thing you recently discovered, they actually made pretty great pillows! sure, not in terms of softness, but who needs that when he carries body warmth for days.
so in your down moments, you’ll bury your face into the crook of his arm, nuzzling, kissing and taking in every inch of skin there.
even though he already knows, he asks.
“what are you doing?”
“mm, nothing” you close your eyes, head turning to the side, “squeeze your arms a little?”
with a sigh of amusement, he obliges, feeling your lips form a smile against his skin.
he finds himself also obsessed with your love for his arms.
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♡headoverheels!follo who is constantly making fake scenarios with you. when he’s lying in bed at night he’s ideally playing out all the things he’d love to do with you, sleep always coming sweetly after. or from time to time when he sees a couple on the street he replaces the pair with the two of you instead.
♡headoverheels!follo who can’t leave off on a mission without a kiss. it’s like his own good luck charm, you never know what’s going to happen after all. he likes to take his time, but if in a rush he’ll run to you and get by with just a quick peck—but best believe he’ll want more when he returns!
♡headoverheels!follo who spots the engagement rings on display in the jewelry store and automatically thinks which one would look best on you. he’s no where near ready for marriage, but the simple thought was so lovely to daydream about.
♡headoverheels!follo who gets jealous embarrassingly easy! you’re spending way too much time with that other supporter who grins too much around you? he’s hovering near finding excuses to butt in the conversation, or staring from afar and clenching his jaw. he knows you’d never be disloyal to him, still the thought of you with another guy is enough to make him hurl.
♡headoverheels!follo who can’t function right when you’re mad at him. sleeping and eating refuses to come easy when all he’s worried about is you and the unsettling feeling in his stomach. he’s easily distracted, mind tracking off until the moment he’s all over you, profusely apologizing.
♡headoverheels!follo who gets overly frantic when you’re gone for too long. extended missions? staying out past the time you said you’d be back? he’s on the verge of pacing around until he hears your voice once again, soothing anxieties he couldn’t even process.
♡headoverheels!follo who gets a major confidence boost for days when you compliment him, smile even still lingering hours after. if you compliment his outfit he’ll definitely start rewearing it more, or if you say you like his hair he’ll slow down infront of a passing mirror to check it
♡headoverheels!follo who still gets flustered over the tiniest of things. amateur pick up lines have him folding like they were crafted by shakespeare himself. and teasing him, especially while in public? he may be stumbling over his words then but he’ll do his best to get you back later.
♡headoverheels!follo who can never find the words to match his abundance of feelings for you. you’re so very special to him that sometimes he can’t believe you’re all his. but in the end a simple “i love you” will always do.